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Loverboys

By: LusciousLickingLips



The limousine driver's voice sounded strained over the mobile phone. "She's feeling giddy! I repeat, she's fucking hyper giddy! You guys better get ready." 

The word spread like wildfire. Although it caused everybody to be concerned, the crew waited with anticipation for her arrival while the news filled the director with dread. He immediately started snapping orders on his megaphone to the excited crew. "We have to change the sequence guide! Where's Tony?!! Make sure we start with the full shots and end with the close-ups. I want the flag sequence shot first, followed by the car show sequence. Move it people! I want to wrap this as scheduled! And make sure the security is tight! I don't want any press people within a 5-km radius! And where's that lawyer?! He'd better be shitty sure everybody has signed a confidentiality agreement! Anybody who opens his trap about this shoot will find himself unemployed in this business till the day he dies! Understand?!!"

The crew scampered to follow. They were all part of the shooting for Mariah Carey's latest video 'Loverboy', which had been set in an isolated racetrack in the middle of the desert. All of them had been feeling the effects of the heat, from sweating buckets to feeling lethargic; but this rumor had the effect of an adrenaline shot. All of them rushed to have the set ready before Mariah arrived.

As they were working, a silent wave suddenly swept over the men; the conversation and muttering grounded to a halt as all eyes zoomed towards the white limousine that stopped in front of Ms. Carey's trailer. When the door opened, a deliciously bare calf was revealed, unencumbered by any stocking. This was instantly followed by a sumptuous thigh, which led the eye to a beautiful ass encased in hot shorts. The mouth-watering sight continued with a bare midriff and full braless breasts, which made all the cocks in the vicinity stir, straining shorts and pants alike. Hands clenched in a vain attempt to control the urge to squeeze and clasp the tempting flesh.

Then the blonde hair arched gracefully as Mariah Carey turned to favor all the men with her welcoming smile and jaunty wave. Hungry stares tracked her stroll from the car to the inner recesses of the trailer. And as the remains of her husky laughter and wound-up chatter floated over the silent crowd, a surge of electrifying excitement stimulated the men. Everybody agreed silently that she was indeed feeling giddy and would be needing their help soon. Very soon.

The director seemed to agree. "Hank! Come on over here!" The widely grinning young man hurried over. "I want you to go over there to Ms. Carey's trailer and offer your services. And I want you to do anything she wants, and I mean anything, you understand?" Hank nodded enthusiastically. He was well known for his good back rubs; and during the breaks, he was usually requested by his coworkers to massage them. Hank was more than happy to march over and knock on her trailer door.

However, there was no need to knock because the 6 women make-up artist/dresser team was just exiting the trailer when he arrived. They appeared relieved to see him, especially the head of the personal team. Furtively, she informed him, "She's really hyper giddy, okay? I couldn't make her sit down on the chair for a damn minute. I'm gonna give you just 10 minutes to bring her down just a little bit okay? We have to put make up on her real soon or the director will be on our ass okay? Remember, just 10 minutes okay? I'm gonna time it as soon as this trailer door closes okay?"

Hank nodded fervently; he was going to follow the director's instructions to the letter. Whatever Ms. Carey wanted, Ms. Carey will get, for he was determined to do anything for her. After the team departed, he hesitantly called out from the trailer steps, "Ms.- Ms. Carey?"

"Who is it?" the famous voice asked impatiently.

"It's Hank, Ms. Carey. The director sent me to...uhmm... do you want a back rub?" Hank wanted to brain himself with that one. He sounded so geeky.

"Just come on in then close the door." Hank sighed in relief. She hadn't told him to take a hike. He followed her directions and tried to adjust his eyes to the sudden change in lighting. As his eyes registered the muted glow from the lamps and the tightly closed door, however, he couldn't help the quickening of his cock. The sudden intimacy seemed ripe with possibilities.

But her one-sided conversation pulled him out fast enough from his fantasy mode. "I'm so stressed out! I have to finish this Glitter album and I haven't done all the arrangements yet! I requested for this great portable studio and what does my manager say? We can't afford it Mariah," she mimicked. She clenched her fingers through her hair and kept them up there. The upward movements made her tiny loose shirt ride up and reveal the bare bottom curves of her breasts, while her pacing made them bounce enticingly.

Hank couldn't take his eyes off them. He hurriedly hid his emerging erection behind the make-up table as Mariah continued her litany. "Doesn't she want this to be a great album? Well, I can't do it with the lousy studio she's giving me! How am I supposed to work in such substandard conditions? I'm working my butt off here and I feel, like, like I'm unappreciated."

She seemed to be on the verge of tears so Hank piped up with a reassuring, "I'm sure she'll see it your way, Ms. Carey. She just needs to see how hard you've been working. Why, you're working so hard that you're gonna hurt yourself if you don't relax more often."

"You're right." Mariah transfixed him with a heated stare. "You're absolutely right. I've got to find a way to relax a little bit. Stress just makes me feel so giddy!" Hank was dazzled by her brilliant smile. "And you're going to help me, loverboy." Determinedly, she pushed his shoulders until he tumbled backwards on the sofa. Her fingers hastily got rid of his shorts and briefs in one pull and revealed his swelling pole.

Mariah sighed in pleasure at the sight of his rod, and immediately fisted her hand around the base and lowered her lips towards his penis. She wasted no preliminaries and instantly opened her mouth wide to accommodate his thick member, then began sliding her suctioning mouth down his throbbing cock until her nose was buried in his crotch. She stayed motionless for a brief moment before setting a bobbing rhythm that satisfied her immensely.

Hank was momentarily paralyzed by the sudden turnaround of events. One moment they were talking about her manager, and then the next moment she was giving him head. But her powerful sucking soon reduced him to a moaning male intent on releasing the pressure in his balls. He captured her hair in his hands to give him a clear view of the unbelievable vision of Mariah Carey sucking him, Hank Andrews from Iowa. It was literally a dream cumming true.

Mariah started humming around his dick. The sound waves vibrated through his sensitive knob then spread through the rest of his cock, all the way to his testicles. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever felt before, and instinctively began to hump his hips towards her face faster. Mariah looked up from her sucking and caught his gaze. Her look seemed to say, if you think that was great, take a load of this. She stopped moving her head and just held his cock inside her mouth. She also grabbed his hips to force them to immobility.

The sudden stillness made him crazy with anticipation. The sound of her inhalation for a lungful of air seemed to be deafening inside the silent trailer. Then she slowly released that air in a full range of her legendary trilling low and high notes that created various kinds of vibrations through his agitated cock. The uproar generated by those waves sent him over the edge. He released an agonized yell as he spurted loads of cum down her throat. "Aaaaaaahhhh mmmmaaaaaannn!!!" Mariah jacked the bottom of his cock and ardently swallowed every drop of his release.

In the future, whenever he would regale his friends with this astounding account, in full confidence of course, he would compare this moment as having his penis being wrung fast forward in all the cycles of a washing machine. That's the closest description he would ever come up with; because for the rest of his life there wouldn't be anything that would ever come close to this experience.

Spent, Hank would have been totally happy just staying where he was. Forever, if possible. Who wouldn't? A beautiful sexy diva like Mariah Carey was bent over him, softly slurping his dick while murmuring contentedly, "Did you like that loverboy? Your cum was just yummy. Did you give me all your nice cum?" Then she squeezed his cock gently to drive any remaining jism into her eager mouth.

But their interlude was broken by the sudden banging on the trailer door and a voice demanding, "Hey you! Are you done in there? Your 10 minutes are up okay. You'd better open this door now okay!" Hank reluctantly released himself from Mariah's intimate embrace and pulled on his shorts and briefs, then pushed the door open.

"Well, it's about time!" Then the loud woman took in Mariah's lambent gaze and relaxed posture, and suddenly broke into a smile. "Good work okay! Thanks okay!" Then she pulled him out of the trailer and immediately began fussing over Mariah's skin and hair, while closing the door shut on his face.

Later, when the director saw Mariah, the blood rushed to his face. He pulled the make-up artist aside and whispered furiously. After their hush-hush meeting, she and Mariah soon returned to the trailer. 

The director rounded on the crew and spoke wrathfully. "You fucking retards better listen up! Just in case you idiots have forgotten why we're all here I'd like to remind you again." Gesturing to the roll of film in the camera, he shouted, "I have to personally make sure that this video is in the can within the next 24 hours, or we lose Mariah to a press junket she's flying off to. You hear me?!! We only have 24 hours! That means you dimwits are supposed to help her relax, but none of you are supposed to leave your disgusting marks on any part of her body! I don't want to see any love bites, bruises or swollen lips! Did you fucking morons ever consider the fact that I can't shoot her if she's obviously been doing something 'naughty'?"

At that, the director looked pointedly at Hank. Everybody followed his cutting glare. Some couldn't help snickering when Hank flushed. "I'm going to cut off the balls of anyone who causes a delay in this shoot! Understood???" Everybody made sure to nod at once in order to placate him.

When Mariah appeared again, she had changed into hot pink shorts that were so short that the undersides of her butt cheeks were exposed, and a white shirt knotted in the middle of her chest, nicely framing her jiggly breasts. The director gushed over her, "Oh honey, you just look wonderful!" Then in a confiding tone continued, "I noticed that your legs and butt seemed to be toned more than ever so I told Tony here," motioning to the cinematographer, "that we just have to shoot you from a low angle!"

Mariah immediately caught on and went to her mark. She started lip-synching to her new song, 'Loverboy', making sure the camera caught her ass and legs, the latter made even longer by strappy heels. Watching the TV monitor, Hank grudgingly admitted that the director was brilliant. By changing the camera angle, the audience's focus was directed towards her glutes protruding from the stuffed pair of shorts. Nobody would be paying attention to her face, much less her swollen mouth. Moreover, everybody would probably be fiercely concentrating on that succulent spot where her legs came together, straining desperately to see whether she wore panties or to make out her snatch. But in his opinion, her wiggling and squirming butt would be enough to make any guy reach for his cock.

Everyone clapped in relief when the director shouted "Cut!" after several takes. Any more jiggling and the crew would have to sneak off one by one to jack off. Their relief was short-lived, however, as Mariah changed into several more hot shorts and shirt outfits, then gyrated and flaunted her hot body for the camera. But their limits were tested when the shirt gave way to a black and white checkered bikini that lifted her globes temptingly for perusal. At the same time she held miniature checkered flags that she teasingly covered portions of her anatomy with. It was slowly driving everybody crazy with lust.

Mariah seemed to be reveling in their longing for her. She couldn't mistake the meaning of all those bulges. The display seemed to inspire her, making her move even more enticingly, sticking her butt out and lightly caressing her breasts, both for the camera and the crew. When the director shouted "Cut!", she mysteriously requested the cinematographer, "Video off okay?"

When he said yes, Mariah turned her back on her puzzled audience. Her song was still booming over the speakers. She looked over her shoulder, her eyes full of teasing promise. She leisurely turned and simulated singing the lyrics, "Touch me, come on. Caress my whole body-", while slowly releasing her hold on the front catch of her bikini, which uncovered her sumptuous breasts crowned with large brown nipples. Every man on the set felt his jaw drop wide open, an involuntary reaction that clearly stated every guy's fervent wish- that her tasty tit would magically appear inside their own mouths for some hard sucking.

Mariah watched them intently as she enclosed her big breasts within her arms, plumping them even more, before crossing her forearms together to form a framework supporting her overflowing chest, pushing them up and out in a flagrant display of femininity. Her display hardened cocks to a straining point. Breathing became a ragged effort to drag air into the lungs. Saliva flowed into mouths ready to engulf the succulent treat. But when she wiggled her torso side to side and made her jugs sway, all the men lost it. They all came in their pants or shorts, as the case may be. Some couldn't even control themselves and gave in to the all-consuming desire to whip out their cocks and to rapidly stroke them for a more satisfying release. 

Mariah's eyes widened at the manly exhibition and breathlessly said, "I hope that makes everybody feel better. Besides, I want to give you guys something back for being so supportive of me. I just love you guys." Then she whispered something in the director's ear and swiftly disappeared into her trailer. 

Without delay the director summarily summoned George and James, two hefty grips whose muscles bulged under their shirts. He gave them instructions in an undertone. As soon as the director was finished explaining, the two men nodded and then followed Mariah into her trailer while the rest of the crew watched them with envy.

As they were dashing up the trailer steps, they heard her request faintly, "Guys, can you please help me over here? I feel like I don't have much energy left for anything." As they rounded the entrance corner, they came to an abrupt stop at the spectacle of Mariah Carey totally nude and draped on the sofa. She pointed to a pair of knee-high boots and a bright pink garment. "Can you please dress me up? I can't seem to lift a finger."

They hurriedly rushed to grant her request, eager to find any excuse to touch that delectable body. If it meant becoming a dresser, then by all means. But Mariah suddenly exclaimed, "Wait, I feel really weird here." George and James looked at each other, wondering what she meant. Seeing their confusion, she explained, "Well, I'm the only one butt naked here. I think you should be too." That statement produced two cheerful guys who were more than happy to take off all their clothes.

"Oh my!" she whispered as their cocks sprung out of their clothes. She giggled. "They seem really glad to see me." Adopting a more serious tone she advised, "I think you should put on the boots first." But she destroyed the somber illusion by laughing wildly at her own silly attempt at being staid. The guys concluded mentally, 'Oh yeah, she's giddy!'

George and James each grabbed a boot then directed her to lean back on the sofa with an arched back and with both feet on the floor. Mariah moved into the pose they wanted. In this position her rotund tits were proudly displayed to their greedy gaze. Tearing their eyes off her chest, they soon focused on her nether regions. They were almost panting in anticipation of seeing her pussy. Both of them knelt right in front of her closed knees, like supplicants asking for favors, which in a way they were. They wanted to see her spread real bad.

George raised her foot off the floor and slipped it inside the boot. Then under the deception of zipping the boot from ankle till knee, he said, "Ms. Carey, I need to stretch out the material. Can I lift your leg higher?" At her nod, he elevated her leg until it reached his shoulder. His cock jerked at the glimpse of some pink. Determined to catch sight of her pussy lips unfurling, he transferred her foot to his outside shoulder, forcing her leg to open out to the side and to uncover her vagina. George felt his heart stop before it began thundering loudly inside his chest.

James was similarly affected and chokingly said, "I think George needs more room to work in." When Mariah chuckled okay, James gently pushed her other knee to open wider. "Could you move your hips to the edge of the sofa Ms. Carey?" Mariah obliged. Both George and James were momentarily stumped at the sight of her gorgeous pussy staring at them. They deeply inhaled the scent of her arousal.

James ventured bravely, "Ms. Carey, I can't help feeling that you're wound up real tight. Can we help you loosen up? George and me know a sure fire way of helping you to relax!"

Mariah smiled enthusiastically. "Oh would you please? You guys can be my loverboys! I haven't slept in, like, two weeks. I just feel so pressured to do well with my new record company and all."

"Oh sure, we'll be glad to help you, Ms. Carey." James eagerly trailed his fingers from her inner thigh to the juncture of her leg and privates. He softly touched her pussy lips with the pads of his fingers. Spellbound, they both watched her bloom like a flower, baring inner pussy muscles greedily clutching air, hungry for something to swallow.

"Uhhhhmmmm... Please fuck me with your fingers! I need to cum so bad! All those coooocckksss..." she trailed off incoherently as James' two digits plunged into her spongy depths. Although they hoped something might happen, this was fucking unbelievable. George was encouraged to add another finger to James' while his thumb rubbed her clit. They were rewarded with an elongated moan as their combined miniature rods rammed her pussy hard and fast.

George and James transferred to the sofa abruptly, one on each side, making sure to press their dicks all over her. "Would it be okay if we sucked your breasts, Ms. Carey?" In reply to George's query, Mariah clamped onto their napes and pulled their heads passionately towards her mounds. "Oh yyyeeesss... suck me...that's it! Pull on that nipple! I looovvvee iiiittt!"

Their fingers continued working her pussy, while attempting to swallow all her tit flesh into their starving mouths, squeezing her mounds to force the malleable flesh against flicking tongues and nipping teeth. Although they had been warned vehemently not to mark her, their pounding lust turned them into the very idiots their irate director had called them. They bit, pinched, twisted and sucked those large and delicious brown nipples without a thought to what might happen to them if the director ever found out about it. Nothing mattered in the whole wide world except for those tits and tight pussy.

When Mariah grabbed their cocks in her tight grip, they thought they had died and gone to heaven. They both garbled meaningless things like, "Oooohhh yeeeeaaaahhh...aaaarrrrgghh...ssssuuuucchh aaaa hoooonneeeey...sssshhiiiiittt...hhaaaardddeeer..." All of their hips moved faster in search of that elusive and desirable orgasm, hers towards the driving digits stuffed in her wet pussy, while theirs shoved into the warm moist cavern of her hands. Their cacophony of groans and moans encouraged all three of them to push harder for that mind-blowing release.


Loverboys



The loud thuds against the trailer door took them all by surprise. It was like a bombshell exploding in their midst, making them spring apart guiltily; and they stayed unmoving as the unwelcome interruption continued.

It was only Mariah who recovered quickly enough to say, "Yes? What is it?"

"You're needed on the set Ms. Carey. Okay? In five minutes okay?"

"Please tell them I'll be there."

"Okay, I'll do that. Better put on your costume okay?"

"Yes, thank you."

George and James wanted to howl and protest at the unfairness of it all. They were on the verge of blowing their nuts and jettisoning cum all over the place. Mariah's simple request broke them out of their livid state. "Boys, can you please help me dress up?" They hurried to her side and helped her into the remaining knee boot and hot pink zip-up suit in a flash.

George glanced at his watch. His eyes widened in surprise. He hesitated because he didn't want her to think of him as an asshole, but he really had a painful case of blue balls. George plunged into it before he could change his mind, "Ms. Carey, there's two more minutes. Do you think we could-" James nodded his full support, wide-eyed with hope. Mariah's eyes flickered over the wall clock.

"Okay." They felt like whooping but thought better of it. "Come here baby." Mariah gestured George over who croaked at the sight of Mariah's suddenly lowered front zipper, which revealed the swells of her breasts. She took his cock and squeezed it in between her mounds. Her whispered command "Give me a titty fuck!" broke him out of his reverie and compelled his hips to hump energetically in her valley. Next, Mariah signaled to James and murmured, "Give me a dry fuck on my ass sweetie." James eagerly complied, grabbing her ass cheeks around his cock before slipping into a jerking rhythm.

Time was of the essence so they didn't bother with any niceties. They focused on a primal need for relief from the unbearable tension created by their earlier make out session and subsequent interruption. Pelvises pumped ferociously while globes of flesh compressed rock-hard cylinders. Their increased breathing indicated the impending explosion.

Amazingly, they all came at the same time. Mariah's screamed order "Cum in my mouth!" soon silenced her as she gripped George's cock head in the vise of her mouth and made sure to swallow all his cum. James, however, had no orifice to shoot into so he blindly allowed his penis free rein to cum wherever. Shudders shook their bodies as they gave in to the pleasurable release. 

"Ms. Carey! On the set now okay!"

The announcement galvanized them into action, but Mariah's agonized "Oh no!" stopped them in their tracks. She was looking at her backside in the trailer's full-length mirror. When they leaned in to look closer, dread chilled their spines when they realized that cum had stained the back of her outfit. There was no mistaking the white discoloration on the hot pink costume. They rushed to wipe it off with water but the synthetic material resisted their efforts.

Finally, Mariah was resigned about facing the director. "Please call him."

"Maybe we should stay here with you." George and James didn't want her to be alone with the temperamental director. Besides, it was their fault, specifically James, who didn't even have the consideration to point his penis in the right direction. As soon as they got out of here, George intended to pound James, and James wanted him to. Maybe the physical pain would assuage the guilt eating at him.

Mariah reassured them, "I think it's better if you stayed out of sight for a while. Don't worry, we'll come up with something."

After his meeting with Mariah, the director stormed out of her trailer. He furiously went up to George and James with clenched fists. Gnashing his teeth, he glared at them with a deadly look before turning his back on them to speak to the cinematographer.


Once again, the director proved to be a genius as he blocked the next sequence. He instructed Mariah to sit on top of a car, with the camera catching her diagonally right most of the time, and no rear view cameras at all. George and James watched from the TV monitor, the one farthest from the director of course, as Mariah suggested that she lower the front zipper to what she called a distracting level.

All eyes were glued to that zipper as it uncovered first her shoulder bones, then the soft flesh of her upper chest, then the beginnings of a wonderful cleavage, before continuing slowly to unveil the rounded edges of her spheres. The zipper was now on the same level as her tummy, and her costume gaped wide open to allow for close scrutiny. Her reel and real audience's interest would definitely be centered on the delightful orbs, and would probably never stray far from them. It would probably never even occur to them to peek at her rear, lessening the probability of anybody discovering the stained costume and maybe even guessing correctly the circumstances as to how it got there in the first place. 

And it can surely be classified as distracting because the crew paid no attention at all to their work, but were glued to the monitors instead, inspecting her heaving chest as the camera lovingly followed her cavorting figure. Sighs were released as she gripped the top of the car and leaned forward, allowing a gratifying view of her cleavage. Grunts were produced as she leaned back on her hands, akin to a silent offering of her mounds for suckling. Groans rumbled when she raised her arms overhead and sat back on her heels. Everybody imagined sliding their hands underneath that pink costume and palming her breasts until she begged for more. Feet shuffled and hands shifted to accommodate uncomfortable lengthening penises inside constricting clothing. Everybody prayed to God to please let him be chosen next to help Mariah Carey relax from her too giddy state. Foolish promises were made in exchange for that huge favor.

After the sequence, Mariah sauntered over to where most of the crew was congregated. The men watched her intently as she announced gaily, "I'm honestly really, really delirious 'coz I'm overworked and doing too much." She giggled and continued, "So I really, really need to relax and I know you all want to help me, but my problem is I really, really need something big, as in like, gigantic, to fill me up. So can you pretty please show me how huge you can get?"

Silent disbelief met her request. Then she added happily, "Of course, those who have already helped me earlier would have to forfeit 'coz I don't think it would be fair to the others." Still, none of the men moved. "I'll show my tits again if you show me yours." The offer triggered a flurry of slashing zippers and lowered waistbands. Hands urged organs to enlarge to an impressive size.

As promised, Mariah gifted them with an arousing view of her magnificent mammary glands by pulling the edges until her tits were totally exposed. "Could you guys please stand in a line so I can easily see them?" The guys shuffled into place. Mariah kept her bosom on full display as she unhurriedly paraded down the line, taking the time to give a little pinch, tweak or caress to all the flagrantly exhibited manhood. She looked like a pagan queen with her own harem of very willing slaves, bestowing special favors on a chosen few.

The final chosen few were namely Luke, Tim and Ned, all easily passing the 10-inch mark and demonstrating incredible girth. Frustration became a common emotion among the remaining men. They followed the three endowed men with blistering stares as they disappeared into the trailer with Mariah; and they consoled themselves with the fact that a few hours still remained before they had to wrap or end the shoot. Anything can still happen.

Meanwhile, Luke, Tim and Ned couldn't keep their hands off Mariah. They kissed and gobbled on any exposed flesh they could get. Mariah couldn't tell which body part belonged to whom, and she simply didn't care. She wasn't lying when she said she needed something gigantic to fill her up. A scorching heat was searing her insides, which can only be gutted by a vast amount of gushing cum. The men were chosen, not only for their immense penis size and girth, but more importantly, for their testicle size.

Her mysterious constant giddiness was actually borne out of a pressing need to release the pressure and anxiety from the maelstrom of demands overwhelming her. And she found that any sexual act helped her cope with the angst and fear of satisfying so many people. The physical contact renewed her somehow, making it easier for her to focus on her own needs for a change instead of giving in to others all the time.

So she reveled in the male attention, from the tongue twirling with hers, to the hand milking her breast, to the thigh rubbing in between her own. Heatedly, she pleaded, "Tear this off me!" So Luke and Tim tugged on each side of her costume before powerfully pulling and splitting the garment at the seams. She was now totally naked except for the high-heeled knee boots.

Impatiently, she ran and flung herself on top of her bed. The eager men followed her and started stripping swiftly. "Come on loverboys! My pussy is burning hot for a cock!" She leaned back on her elbows and opened her thighs entreatingly, her snatch snapping hungrily. Ned was able to undress first and abruptly threw himself in between her legs, rubbing his cock against her slippery slit and passionately suckling her breasts. Mariah hooked her legs behind his and rolled them over till she was straddling his hips. The maw of her twat voraciously gobbled his rod.

"Aaaaaarrrrrgggghhhh!!!!!"

The other two men were momentarily frozen at the anguished yell. They observed with amazement the ferocious intensity at which Ned's cock was being engulfed by the starving vagina. It left a patina of fluids whenever the rigid staff was reluctantly released. They continued to watch as the pair fucked insanely, with Ned babbling incoherently. Only when he actually progressed to propelling his penis at her descending gash did they know he was okay.

Mariah hurled her head towards them and cried savagely, "Fuck my ass and tits!!!" Her visage was barely recognizable with its mask of lust. But her sexual hunger was a seduction in itself. Luke and Tim eagerly joined the action on the bed. Luke held her hips still for a moment so that he could search for her little bud of an asshole. His knob found its mark and he instantaneously rammed his meat into her tube. The pressure on his pole was tremendous and gave him immense satisfaction. Tim, on the other hand, seized her tits to form a conduit for his cock.

"Fffuuuuuucckkk mmmeeeee!!!!" They responded to her scream of need by fucking her channels simultaneously. Luke and Ned groaned at the pressure exerted by her ass and pussy, crushing and releasing their cocks with powerful spasms, while Tim moaned at the creamy softness engulfing his log.

"Oooooohhhh yyyeessssss!!! That's exactly what I need!!! Come on, harder! Fuck me really, really hard!!! My poor pussy has been wanting for some big cocks to fuck me to kingdom come! Uuuhhhnnn... Oh yeah, do it for me loverboys! I love your huge pricks! Oh pretty please! Pretty please fuck Mariah fiercely! Oooohhh yyeeeeaahh!!! You're my loverboys!!! My loverboys are the best fucking men in the whole US of A! The whole world! The whole fucking galaxy! Aaaahhh yyeeeaahh!!! Right there! Right there! You're all so big and hard! I should take you with me wherever I go! Would you like that?! We can fuck anywhere! In my trailer! The limousine! Aaahhh anywhere! I'll attend the Grammy's with your cum in my ppuuuusssssy! Oooohhh that's so hhhooooott---"

Her litany spurred the men into faster gear, their cocks moving in a blur as they strived to give Mariah what she wanted and needed. A primal rhythm captured them in its grasp, pushing them to a level they have never reached, their penises pulsing with blood, their gluteal muscles bunching to deliver a pounding fucking rhythm, their perspiration running down strained faces as they struggled to hold on to cum that wanted to explode into the stratosphere. They strived to keep up the grueling pace of maintaining their stiff rods, not wanting to end this too soon. They might never get the chance to fuck Mariah Carey ever again! They wanted to put out all the stops so that Mariah Carey will remember this as the best fucking she ever had!

"Oooohhhh I cccaaaan't ssttaaaaanndd iitt!!! Shoot your cum!!! Nnoooww!!! I want to feel your cum deep inside me!!! That's it, that's it!" Luke, Tim and Ned gratefully released the cum they've been keeping under tight control. It flowed from three jerking jolting penises into its own respective channel- Ned's into her spasmodic pussy that was driving him crazy, Luke's into her clenching ass that's the tightest he's ever felt, and Tim's into her tits that were shaking and shuddering to his pleasure.

Mariah expressed her delight. "Oooohhhh- I just love my loverboys! Loverboys are the best fucking kind of men!"

"Ms. Carey, on the set now okay!"

The pronouncement signaled the end of a memorable interlude. Mariah gave their penises a loving nip before letting go reluctantly. "Thanks loverboys!" 

After cleaning up a little bit and reapplying her make-up, Mariah exited her trailer sauntering in her high heels. She deliberately brushed against the crew members, who were only too happy to rub their rock-hard penises against her or copping a feel of her almost nude body, barely covered by a sequined thong string bikini ironically designed with the American flag.

The director sighed in resignation. His only consolations were the fact that the area between her breasts was not too red or swollen, and the fact that the men followed his order not to fuck her mouth. He had prepared for the worst so he had instructed his cinematographer to focus on a mid-shot of Mariah, making sure not to go lower than her barely contained breasts, or her freshly fucked ass and pussy would be all too obvious to TV audiences worldwide. He further instructed the cinematographer to use the old camera trick of a swirling kaleidoscope impression to distract the eye, just in case the little love marks on her body camouflaged by make-up couldn't be totally hidden.

He cringed when he heard her announce to the crew, "Guys, I really, really need your help. I want to make sure that I look like I'm really enjoying this last sequence, so can you please wank yourselves right in front of me? That would be totally, like, great for me. So can you pretty please?" Her wide pleading eyes made the crew give in to her unusual request.

So in a line on the camera side, men and boys dropped their lower garments to uncover their raging hard-ons. Hands fisted on cocks that were raring to go. Mariah went to her mark and crooned the provocative lyrics, which included "Loverboy, come on and take me. All night long-" The unusual method seemed to be working as Mariah positively glowed from the hungry lust permeating the air. Her hands swept thru her hair and glided over her breasts and tummy, while her shoulder shimmy shook her big boobs. Her brilliant smile passed over her own personal collection of loverboys with twitching pricks, the sight of which seemed to energize her, almost making her jump up and down like a gleeful child presented with a favorite lollipop.

The director was on tenterhooks, waiting for the cinematographer's signal that they have enough of Mariah on film to edit. After that, he was going to shout, "Cut!" and it would be the most satisfying liberating moment of his wretched life. Of course, later when he previews the edited sexy video, he would be congratulating his own brilliance at his creative solutions to a literally fucking situation.

The guys couldn't hold back much longer and the director knew it. When the director was given the signal, the relief made him shriek "Cccuuuuttt!" And just in time too, as the first geyser of cum erupted, landing on Mariah's chest. She urgently untied all the strings holding up the thong bikini, so that she could feel the warm cum directly on her throbbing skin. As she presented her sexy naked figure, a myriad number of cum fountains curved into the air and deposited jism onto her hair, face and torso. She spread her legs further into a wide stance and squealed, "Shoot into my pussy! I want to feel it in my fucking cunt! Give me mmmoooorre!"

The men obliged, hands furiously pumping dicks that have been teased for 24 hours, loving the chance to personally imprint his own signature onto one of the sexiest women in the world. What could be more personal than your own baby-making juice containing your DNA? Plus there was a primitive satisfaction in watching your own cum being propelled by your own ejecting forces.

An unspoken competition was waged between the members of the crew as they tried to shoot their cum high but making sure their deposit recipient was the undulating Mariah, who was urging the men on verbally with her moans and shrieks, as well as physically by squashing her own breasts, licking their juice right off her fingers, even inserting those same fingers into her cunt for some brief hard fucking. 

The director's yell of "You brainless morons better remember the confidentiality agreements you've signed or you'll be sued!!!" barely registered on the cumming men who were totally concentrated on arching their love juice onto the naked writhing figure of Mariah Carey, whose hands smeared their creamy goo all over her body and apparently loving it! 

Author's Note: Just in case you're not a MTV fan, FYI, there is an actual Mariah Carey video entitled 'Loverboy'. Although nearly all of the scenarios related here are fictitious, most of the shots and costumes described can be spotted in the video. Keeping this story in mind while watching it may prove to be an interesting experience.